A Deal To Carry The Italian's Heir. Tara Pammi
this shocked that she was involved with a man now.
“All I’m asking is for you to consider my request first. I have gone over all of my other options. Coming to you is the right choice.” She sounded like she was convincing herself, too. “This is what I want.”
“Fine, bella. I promise to consider your request. Now, out with it. All the suspense is giving me a headache.”
“Whatever your answer, will you please keep this whole thing from Mario? This is personal, this is about my future.”
Leo nodded, shoving away the flicker of distaste.
It was about a man.
Why else would she not want her mom or stepfather to know? Was he good enough for her? Had he already deceived her? Did she know what kind of fortune hunters her wealth could attract?
She slumped down onto the sofa with a harsh exhale. The afternoon light caught glints of copper and gold in the thick, silky strands of her hair. Fingers, clasped tightly together, rested in her lap. “I thought it through, looked at it from all sides, and I’ve decided that this is the right thing for me. For my life. For the life I want.” She licked her lips, a fine line of sweat beading about her upper lip. Then she looked up with the defiant tilt of her chin. “I’m going to have a child.”
It was the last thing he’d expected for her to say. For a few seconds, he stared at her, his brain trying to catch up.
She was pregnant? Had the man ditched her?
“What is it that you want from me, then?” he said, shock making his question curt.
Her teeth dug into that plump lower lip, her tongue flicked over it, demanding, and getting an unbidden reaction from his tense body. She tucked a wayward lock from her braid behind her ear, each movement so feminine, so utterly taunting.
“Out with it, Neha,” he said, corralling his own rioting reactions with a ruthless warning. He’d wasted enough time indulging an unlikely scenario between them that he would never turn into a reality.
She stood up and met his gaze head-on. “I would like you to father my child.”
IF ALL HER hopes and dreams hadn’t been hanging on his response, Neha would have laughed at the astonishment on Leonardo’s face. Like a typical man, he looked baffled by the concept of pregnancy. Or was it the forthrightness of her strange request?
Unlike any other man, however, he recovered fast and pinned her with his penetrating gaze.
“You’re not pregnant already?”
“What? No!” She looked away, refusing to let her imagination conjure a quality to his question that wasn’t there. “Of course I’m not pregnant. I haven’t been with a man since...” She flushed at the sudden gleam of male interest in his eyes.
Clearing her throat, she slowly unlaced her fingers, forced herself to look up at him. “I’m not pregnant. But I want to be. That’s why I’m asking you to... Be the father. To my child. So that I can be a mum. I want to build the family that I’ve always wanted. So that I can be...happy,” she finished softly.
She grabbed her clutch and pulled a tissue out of it. Just to have something to do. He kept looking down at her, unblinking. Not betraying his thoughts. A stranger for all that she’d known him for so long.
Lord, she’d appeared on network shows, giving speeches at conferences with CEOs and entrepreneurs, and this, the most important thing of her life... She was making a total mess of this.
Even the practice sessions she’d done in front of the mirror in her bedroom didn’t help. Because she couldn’t recreate the most important facet of their relationship by herself in front of the mirror.
This pent-up, unwise attraction of hers that had taken root years ago. Leonardo was the one man who teased and taunted her dreams for so long, who made her want to break down hard-won defenses she’d built, for one taste of that carved, sinful mouth.
It didn’t matter...it didn’t seem to matter to her body how many times she told herself that Leonardo was out of reach.
For one thing, even if she could come out and ask him outright if he was attracted to her—and he amazingly said yes, Neha couldn’t take him on because he was too...important to her.
For another, she knew what Leonardo thought of women in general and how far down his priorities romantic relationships were. He didn’t believe in love and marriage any more than she believed that another man like her papa had been—loving, warm, unconditional in his love for her—existed.
In short, Leonardo was the last man on earth for a woman to build her future around. Not that he wasn’t a good man. He was the alpha in any situation—a protector at heart—and he extended that protection and care to maybe two other people in the world.
She desperately wanted to be counted among them.
That first day when they’d met she’d still been grieving over her papa, and he’d been...ragingly angry about how his father had emotionally abused Massimo for so long. That regret and pain in his eyes that he hadn’t protected Massimo... Neha had never forgotten that.
For a gorgeously striking young man with the world at his feet, there had been such dissolution in his eyes when he had to face the stark reality that his father was a brute who crushed weaker people. That he’d worshipped a man who was so far from being a hero that he’d have to question everything he knew of himself.
Wondering how many lies the foundation of his life had been built on.
It was the only time Neha had seen that vulnerability in him. The only time she’d seen beneath the ruthlessness, the arrogance, the aura of power that surrounded Leonardo Brunetti.
Once their careers had taken off, they had met a few times each year. In the beginning it had been accidental—bumping into each other at some conference, traveling at the same time. She’d started using him as a sounding board for her own business ideas. As the years went by, he’d started asking her to dinner every time he was in London. She’d begun stopping in Milan whenever she had the chance.
She had obsessively followed his relationships from that first day on social media, and in glossy magazines, feeding her addiction about his life, wondering if between all the women he seemed to sleep with and dump eventually, he remembered her existence. But whoever the current woman in his life, Leonardo Brunetti, CEO of BFI, would meet his close friend Neha Fernandez, CEO of So Sweet Inc., on his every trip to London.
For a confirmed bachelor, who couldn’t be pinned down by even the most beautiful woman on earth, Neha had become a permanent fixture in his life.
Their friendship had deepened while morphing into a legend with the media. Their relationship had been analyzed and criticized and praised and “shipped” by some of Neha’s fans.
And she was putting all that on the line. But her resolve didn’t falter.
“You want me to...make you pregnant, so that you can have a baby, which in turn will make you...happy?” Leo finally said, every word enunciated in a biting tone.
She held her composure, barely.
“That is the request you want me to consider before I reject it outright, sì?”
“Yes,” she replied, squaring her shoulders.
A violent energy imbued his movements as he raked a hand through his hair and stepped away from her. “An innocent life is not a thing you go looking for because you’re bored, or because you’re unhappy, or because it’s the latest celebrity bandwagon to jump on—”
“You’ve got every right to question the sanity of my decision. Every right